"I move on because I don't have a choice," Jack snapped bitterly. "In the end they die anyways."
When he noticed John's hand moving towards the holster, for a moment Jack wondered if his ex was going to shoot him. He hesitated, listening quietly, then shook his head almost impercetibly. "No... this is the closest bar around and I might actually want to come back here at some point."
Jack looked down at the other man for a long moment, then pulled away and stood up. Once he was on his feet, he shot the two bouncers a glare and offered a hand down to Hart.
"This doesn't concern you," he warned them, narrowing his eyes as he continued to glare at them both.